I just feel myself coming up to the proverbial fork in the road. A place that I did not choose to be at. None of us did. I was tempted to leave a couple of times. The first time, I had packed all my things, hidden it all in our closet and under our bed. Prayed to God to show me the way. I did not want to move out. I had to find an opportunity to explain to my girls.
That was a Saturday. Sunday morning she felt sick. She went to the clinic and I went to church with my girls. It was God giving me my opportunity to talk to the girls with out her there. Just after church, I called to check on her, she was in the emergency room with the stroke.
God told me I was NOT going to leave and I obeyed him.
God spoke to her as well. She had her ministroke last month on a Tuesday. Her apartment was to be ready that Saturday even though she still had not signed a lease. She was supposed to sign that weekend.
But like I told Kat, she is deaf.
Me 47, WW 38 SS18, D15, D10
Good Bye Girl. No longer SAYING she's moving out. GBG moved out 8-1-08
"I have now decided to enjoy life instead of figure it out."
